About 4 years ago my friend Cal got married outside of Baltimore. Several C.A.R.s made the trip to celebrate his nuptials. It should go without saying, but C.A.R.s + open bar + dance floor = one helluva time. The only problem? The lack of memories. It's a good thing we have our cameras to take so many pictures!
The morning after the wedding, Sarah and I awake in our hotel room to find this:

We were completely baffled to find the ironing board in our room mangled and on the floor. While our memories were a bit fuzzy from the previous night's events, we were pretty certain that this was not our doing. For starters, I had no bruise to show for it... and there's no way I could have done that to an ironing board without getting a bruise, since my skin is very peach-like. We asked Sarah's brother Andy about it, and he didn't do it... so we weren't sure how this happened. We have often discussed this ironing board, but have never been able to figure out how in the heck it broke.
Fast forward to C.A.R. National Convention a few weeks ago. All of the old kids were hanging out in the guys' room on Saturday evening. Somehow, we begin discussing Cal's wedding. Sarah and I decide to bring up the fact that we found our ironing board broken on our floor and we had NO IDEA how it happened. Immediately our friend Jerry says, "I did it!".
What? What do you mean? You did it? How have you not told us this before? How did you even get into our hotel room? It turns out that Jerry ventured to our room during the search for my missing camera (it had been left on the shuttle from the reception to the hotel). While looking for my camera Jerry decided he was going to surf on our ironing board (at the very mature age of 25ish). Of course, the ironing board buckled under pressure and collapsed on our floor. This also explains why all of my clothes were thrown about the hotel room. I didn't think I had made such a mess while searching for my camera, but once again... fuzzy memories...
So, the great mystery of the broken ironing board has been SOLVED! This pretty much made mine and Sarah's weekend, so I couldn't help but share this bit of information with you all. I know you will all sleep a little easier tonight knowing that it was Jerry who broke our ironing board four years ago.





















